Date: Tue, 13 Apr 2010 08:21:29 -0700 From: Tim P Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 12 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author, Tim Price at privatetimm@gmail.com All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of pure fiction and a fetid imagination. If it is illegal to read this where you live, don't read it. If you are under legal age where you live, don't read it. This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. It is written for the entertainment of mature adults. Passing through Nifty's main page to get here is your way of saying it is legal for you to be reading it. Chapter Twelve - Tom meets Evan, Summer and Wrestling Matt's Story Evan and I head to Uncle Charlie's, my favorite liquor store, before heading over to Old Chicago and picking up our order. Our conversation is pretty much small talk until Evan pops a question I wasn't expecting. "Where is Marco sleeping tonight?" I try not to show the surprise in my face and I try to answer sounding casual, "I dunno, my room I suppose, he always does. All the guys do if they spend the night, why?" I know why, I am guessing he was hoping to have Marco in his room tonight and I certainly don't blame him especially since he has no idea Marco and I are an item of sorts, even if we are not exclusive. "No big reason, I just didn't want to take away his bed if he slept in the guest bedroom usually, I am cool on the couch." Did I misjudge Evan once again, or was it just a good cover? I have to stop being jealous and take Evan to be the nice, polite, quite guy I liked at the fraternity house before he started liking my Marco. We return to small talk and I start thinking it is time to let Evan know that Marco and I are more than friends, but what he told me today adds a new wrinkle. What if he disapproves of Marco and me because of our ages or my status as a teacher? What if he didn't disapprove, but just used that to get me out of the picture? Why do I always let my mind run away with me? Back at my apartment in Westgate Village we devour the food, drink a few beers and watch the DVD's. About 9:30PM Marco catches my eye and indicates he is pretty ready to head to bed. I think it is because he is looking forward to some gymnastics with me, but I wonder if it is awkward for him with Evan here or even if he would rather be with Evan than me tonight? "I think I am turning in guys, you can stay up as late as you want and watch TV or whatever." That should give Marco an opening if he wants to stay with Evan and talk or do 'whatever'. I go into my bedroom and close the door and do my going to bed routine, brushing my teeth, checking my face for any potential zits (yes at 22 I still have occasional breakouts). I go a bit slow hoping Marco will join me in bed, but after I spend about ten minutes and I can delay no longer. Part of me wants to sneak to the bedroom door and peer out and see if they are on the couch making out or if they have already gone into the guest bedroom, but I restrain myself. To my surprise, as my thoughts are racing all over the place, the bedroom door opens and Marco slips quietly in the room. I hear various articles of clothes dropping and then he crawls into bed with me. My heart leaps. I didn't realize I cared so much. "You aren't asleep already are you?" say Marco as he cuddles into me. I roll over to say no. "Oh my God, why are you crying Matt?" I guess I didn't realize I was, but now I can feel the giant drops of water rolling down my cheeks. "I wasn't sure you were going to sleep in here tonight," is all I can respond with. Marco lowers his lips onto mine and kisses me ever so gently and sweetly. "Why wouldn't I? You and I have been trying to get time like this for months now." "I know, but I know you like him Marco and we agreed that we could see other people. The fact that it might hurt my feelings shouldn't matter, you have to follow your heart too. The reason we are not exclusive is so we, you especially, can discover what is out there." "Freakin' A you are so funny," Marco laughs at me, but in an utterly sweet way, "I came to be with you this weekend. If Evan winds up living in Cheyenne this summer I'll see him and we'll see what happens, but it won't ever change how I feel about you Matt. You will always be the first love of my life." Marco's lips brush mine again. And then again. My tears subside and I roll to him and push him to his back, I feel a passion and the intense emotions of my fear that I might lose Marco grow into the need to hold and love him. We dissolve into each other. I don't remember much of the details, but I do recall an hour later being totally spent and contented as Marco sighs and kisses me one last time before we drift off into a deep sleep. In the morning I wake feeling refreshed and renewed, but a little ashamed. Marco needs to experience life beyond me and I have to make sure that he and Evan get a chance to know each other too. And Evan, after his disclosure to me yesterday has the right to know about Marco and me. I lie there holding Marco until he stirs. "Good morning sunshine," and I kiss his nose. "Holy fuck, I need to get you more emotional every time before we have sex! That was intense and hella fun!" Marco smiles at me and kissing me back. "Yeah, I've been thinking about that too this morning. I think we need to tell Evan about us and let him know that if he takes the internship in Cheyenne he'll have a chance to spend time with you." "Do I get a say in this?" Marco wants to know. "No, not really," I kiss his nose again. He likes that. "OK, so you know I am kidding, you don't HAVE to spend time with Evan this summer, but I think you'd like to." "I don't know, I like my time with you, especially as we have gotten closer. I don't want to confuse my feelings." "Marco honey, if time with other people confuses your feelings for me that is telling you you need to explore those other feelings, not suppress them, otherwise you'll never be sure." "Mmm, ok, do you want me to tell him, tell him together or what?" "Together seems the fairest. I'll go start some coffee, you get the shower going and I'll be back in a minute." I go to the kitchen, grind up a nice French roast and start the coffee maker and make a quick phone call. I get back to my bathroom, inside my bedroom and Marco is in the shower, the curtain isn't pulled all the way closed and his eyes are closed just letting the hot water roll off his back and I don't think he heard me come in. Evil person that I am I can't resist, I reach out and grab one of those cute cheeks. "JEEEZ us, Mary and Joseph!" he yells and jumps. I get the stink eye from him and I know I am in trouble. I climb in the shower behind him and go to hug him but he'll have none, of it, instead he turns me around, bends me over and smacks my behind in a solid thwack! "Bad Matt!" he says, "we won't scare Marco half to death again!" "I dunno, that smack was maybe worth it," I reply grinning. "Ugh, you're impossible," Marco stands me up and spins me and kisses me. I hold him in the hot stream for a few moments before we actually 'take a shower'. I am not looking forward to the talk with Evan so I want to enjoy these moments with Marco. I appreciate him more all the time and I look over his perfect little body hoping I can imprint this to memory. We dry off and throw on boxers and t-shirts and head into the kitchen, or rather I head into the kitchen and Marco goes to see if Evan is awake. "Whoa, when that boy wakes up, he wakes UP!" Marco exclaims as he grabs himself a cup of coffee. "Impressive morning wood I guess?" "Oh you betcha," Marco imitates Evan's cute little North Dakotan accent. Three minutes later Evan appears in the kitchen having taken care of his full bladder problem. He is in boxers with unruly blonde hair, figures, even 'bed head' hair looks hot on him. I look at Marco who is grinning because despite the fact that Evan's morning wood is gone, it is still impossible to ignore the large bulge in his boxers and Evan seems unaware of it, I guess that comes from always having it. Marco pours him a cup of coffee. "Good morning," Evan says in a voice slightly huskier than normal, "what's up for the day." Geeze, nice choice of words, I know what Marco would like to have up for the day and probably half the night, but if I am being honest, I can't say I'm not curious too and that given a chance I would go there too now. "I was thinking breakfast at Perkin's, hang at the mall for a bit and then I have to take Marco to baseball for a couple of hours after lunch time. Tonight maybe a movie or invite some guys over for a game night? Any thoughts?" Evan, shakes his head, "nope, that all sounds cool to me. I am sure I can amuse myself when you and Marco are at baseball," Now here is the hard part. "Before that though there is something I wanted to talk to you about, that Marco and I wanted to talk to you about." Evan gets a concerned look on his face like maybe Marco came to me about their time in Denver or what they have done online, but he also looks maybe confused too. "Ooook," he draws out the 'o', "go ahead." "I don't know where to begin, but I think you are owed this in light of everything. Marco and I are kind of dating." There, I said it. It is the first time I have actually said it out loud and I kinda like how it sounded. Evan looks at Marco and his mouth moves as if to say something, but nothing comes out, but I think I know where he was going. Evan also looks like someone back handed him. "Don't blame Marco or be mad for not telling you, he's been protecting me. He understands all the complications there are with us seeing each other. And we are dating, we are not boyfriends meaning this isn't an exclusive arrangement and it isn't exclusive on purpose. I think Marco should date different people before he commits to one person. Point being Evan, if you move to Cheyenne for the summer and you and Marco wanted to go out on dates that is cool with me and I assume cool with Marco, but I'll let you guys talk about that privately." "I don't know what to say." "For my part Evan, I am sorry you didn't know, but this thing has been developing slowly. I hope you aren't hurt in any way." "No, no, I didn't really have any right or need to know sooner and I guess I am just shocked. I mean are you gay then Matt? I mean I remember all the girls you dated at school." "I've been coming to terms with where I'm at very slowly Evan, I would have said I was totally straight until eighteen months ago, but now I am pretty sure I am gay or heavily on the guy side of bi. I get jealous of guys like you and Marco who know seem pretty certain from an early age where your feelings were. Anyway, from here on out, Marco has permission to talk to you about our relationship, especially as it affects you." I finish and look at Evan for a reaction. I don't see one so I look at Marco to see if he has anything to add. "Evan," Marco begins, "don't blame Matt for me not telling you, that was my decision too. I like you a lot, you know that and I really would love to spend more time with you, especially if you are in Cheyenne this summer. I want to spend more time with Matt too and I want all of us to spend time together too. We all need to be friends through this no matter what." Evan finally finds his voice, "I'm not mad or anyone or anything close to it I am just glad I know more about what is going on and where things stand. I always felt Marco had some areas he didn't share with me and that was and is cool, people need their privacy." He pauses and squirms in his chair, "and as long as we are confessing, I haven't talked with Marco about this, but I guess it is ok now. Marco and I have ummm...." Evan is embarrassed, which is interesting given all he told me yesterday and he doesn't seem to be able to decide how to say 'fucked' or 'made love.' "Oh that," I start before he can say anything, "I'll tell you what I told Marco, 'you really ought to close the bedroom door all the way'." Marco turns beat red and starts giggling and it slowly sinks in to Evan what I mean and then he looks ghost white and then flushes red. "Oh my..... I KNEW when I saw you in the lobby you knew somehow, oh gosh (Evan doesn't really swear) I am so embarrassed." "And for the two of you," I continue, "I've changed my mind. That stops the two of them in their laughing. "I've decided you DON'T need to close the door the whole way cuz damn that was hot!" Marco, ribald little guy he is, roars with laughter again and poor, sweet Evan just blushes more but shows that incredibly cute smile of his. "I'm going to go get dressed." I announce, standing up, "let's try to leave in half an hour or so for breakfast?" Evan stands too and Marco as well. Evan comes over to me and gives me a big hug and whispers 'thanks' in my ear. No 'thank you', I can feel that massive tool pressing into my groin, gee Marco can you give us ten minutes here. I give Evan a peck on the lips and he smiles at me. He hugs Marco as well and Marco gives him the same peck on the lips. I head off to the master bedroom, Marco trails behind me. "Did that go ok," I ask Marco. "I think so, but I won't know until I talk to Evan alone I guess. Speaking of which," he looks at me and grins, "can I go shower with him? I'm still gonna sleep in your bed tonight and....... you know, but I really think poooooor Evan needs someone right now." Marco gives me his best puppy dog look and the look like the kid on Christmas who has to put away his new presents to come to breakfast. I am off course jealous and want to scream hell no, but I know that isn't the right answer. "Go ahead, just don't be too long." "You know I'll always love you Matt, don't you?" "I know babe and I'll always love you too, now scoot." He gives me a deep kiss, grabs his towel and scampers next door. Once he is gone from my bedroom I feel suddenly lonely and a chill runs through my body. My mom would say, 'someone walked over my grave'. I think I understand that saying finally. Marco's Story Evan and Matt are off to get the beer and pizza. Why is life so complicated? I know I love Matt, I had dreams of him before I even knew him in person, but when I see Evan my heart flutters too. I knew the instant I met him he was gay and when I set up our Denver time, I had no idea I really had a chance with Matt. What am I going to do. Why can't I just have them both? Why is life so complicated? I have a nice little buzz going and I am so full from the pizza, why can't Evan, Matt and I just go into Matt's bed and all three of us live happily ever after. I catch Matt's eye, I guess I am pretty much ready for bed and a little 'quality time' with Matt, Lord knows I get little enough of it. "I think I am turning in guys, you can stay up as late as you want and watch TV or whatever." What does 'whatever' mean? Is Matt telling me I can be with Evan right now? I want to be with Matt tonight, that is why I got my mom to ask Matt to let me stay this weekend instead of the Burroughs. Matt splits and that leaves just Evan and me. "Um, Marco, do you think you could sleep in my room tonight? I mean do you want to, because I mean if you wanted to you could I guess, because it isn't like you and Matt..... , I mean I asked Matt where you were sleeping tonight and he guessed with him, but I guess....." Damn is this poor boy flustered. "Yeah, I'd like to, but you know it might be weird and all that." I go sit next to him on the couch and kiss him, really kiss him, goodnight. This is no quick howdy, this is serious spit swapping and tongue wrestling. I can feel my cock springing to action so I need to cut this kiss short. Ok, so maybe a minute later was too long to go on because now Evan is fully hard and I've already made my decision, it is Matt. I break the kiss and I see the disappointment in Evan's eyes, he was hoping I had changed my mind. "G'night Ev." I head into Matt's bedroom and the lights are out and he is in bed already. Hey I have plans here buddy, you better be awake. "You aren't asleep already are you?" I ask as I wrap myself around him. Matt rolls to his back and even in the dim light I see big tears in his eyes. "Oh my God, why are you crying Matt?" "I wasn't sure you were going to sleep in here tonight," and the giant drops of water cascade down his cheeks. Holy fuck do I love this guy. I lower my lips onto his and kiss him as gently and sweetly as I know how, I want him to feel this. "Why wouldn't I? You and I have been trying to get time like this for months now." "I know, but I know you like him Marco," Matt tells me, "and we agreed that we could see other people. The fact that it might hurt my feelings shouldn't matter; you have to follow your heart too. The reason we are not exclusive is so we, you especially, can discover what it out there." "Freakin' A you are so funny," Marco I laugh at him, but I hope he knows I don't mean to be mean, "I came to be with you this weekend. If Evan winds up living in Cheyenne this summer I'll see him and we'll see what happens, but it won't ever change how I feel about you Matt. You will always be the first love of my life." I brush my lips brush against Matt's once, then twice. His tears are gone and he rolls me to my back. I see an intensity in him I've never seen and a crazy passion. I melt into him. The next hour is non-stop, raw passion that ends with Matt drilling me for about thirty minutes until I finally climax and expel every last ounce of emotion in me. We fall asleep in each other's arm, spent and content. I slowly come to sententiousness, "Good morning sunshine." Matt kisses my nose. "Holy fuck, I need to get you more emotional every time before we have sex! That was intense and hella fun!" I smile and kiss him. "Yeah, I've been thinking about that too this morning. I think we need to tell Evan about us and let him know that if he takes the internship in Cheyenne he'll have a chance to spend time with you." "Do I get a say in this?" I don't want a say, don't confuse me, just let me love you and you only. "No, not really," he kisses my nose again. Damn I like that. "OK, so you know I am kidding, you don't HAVE to spend time with Evan this summer, but I think you'd like to." "I don't know, I like my time with you, especially as we have gotten closer. I don't want to confuse my feelings." Yes, confused, confused, what is wrong with the three of us loving each other. "Marco honey, if time with other people confuses your feelings for me that is telling you you need to explore those other feelings, not suppress them, otherwise you'll never be sure." Damn it, stop making sense, stop being rational. We decide it is fairest to tell Evan together. Matt goes to make some coffee and I'm to get the shower warmed up. Oh this feels so nice, I think I'll........... "JEEEZ us, Mary and Joseph!" I jump for the roof, that bastard grabbed my ass and I had no idea he was there. My Nonna Palatzo taught me the evil eye and Matt is getting my best, he must be punished. Matt climbs in the shower behind me and thinks a hug will save him, but I ain't having any of it, instead I turn him around, bend that boy over and smack his totally cute butt with a solid thwack! "Bad Matt!" I yell, "we won't scare Marco half to death again!" "I dunno, that smack was maybe worth it," oh this bitch loves it, me too. "Ugh, you're impossible," I stand him, spin him and kiss him. We stand in the hot shower, without anything being said I can feel the fear and tension in Matt. I guess the future scares me too. Finally we actually wash and get out and dry off and head in to the kitchen and get ready to talk with Evan, I go to his bedroom to see if he is up yet. "Whoa, when that boy wakes up, he wakes UP!" yeah, he was up alright. "Impressive morning wood I guess?" "Oh you betcha," as I do my best Fargo-like accent. Evan is just so dang cute and innocent looking as he comes into the kitchen. I watch him as Matt unfolds the story. Evan looks hurt. He looks at me. I hurt him because I've told him time and again Matt and I are just friends, but I had too, I HAVE to protect Matt, he's risked a lot to make me happy. Matt takes all the blame for me not telling Evan about us, that's not fair. "Evan, don't blame Matt for me not telling you, that was my decision too. I like you a lot, you know that and I really would love to spend more time with you, especially if you are in Cheyenne this summer. I want to spend more time with Matt too and I want all of us to spend time together too. We all need to be friends through this no matter what." Evan finally is able to talk and he says he isn't mad at Matt or me, in fact he feels bad because he and I.... he can't find the words, but Matt knows where he is going so he cuts him off. "Oh that, I'll tell you what I told Marco, 'you really ought to close the bedroom door all the way'." Ha ha, oh shit, he didn't have to say it that way, I am laughing my ass off and now Evan gets it, he looks like he could pass out or stroke out. But now Matt continues. "And for the two of you I've changed my mind." What? I am suddenly paying attention. "I've decided you DON'T need to close the door the whole way 'cuz damn that was hot!" Oh hell Matt, I want you to push the door open and JOIN us next time. Matt says he is going to get dressed and stands to go, Evan stands too and goes to Matt and hugs him, as they pull apart Matt's kisses him in a quick peck, Evan comes to me too and kisses me as well and I follow Matt into his bedroom. "Did that go ok," Matt wants to know. "I think so, but I won't know until I talk to Evan alone I guess. Speaking of which," I ask Matt if I can go shower with Evan. I do my best Oliver Twist waif look for sympathy and approval. "Go ahead, just don't be too long." "You know I'll always love you Matt, don't you?" "I know babe and I'll always love you too, now scoot." I kiss him as deeply as I can, I want Matt Kendrick to know I really love him, but I do need to figure this out. I go to the door of the guest bathroom and I hope, hope, hope it isn't locked. It isn't. I slip in the room and with the water running Evan can't hear me and the shower curtain is opaque so he can't see me until I slide it back. He looks startled and then happy and maybe relieved. I step inside the shower and go to him and hold him. "Oh Marco," Is all he says, but it is enough, enough for now at least. "Are you ok?" I ask. He nods and then kisses me. The best kiss he has ever kissed me. Damn I have to remember that getting Matt and Evan emotional leads to great physical contact. "We don't have long, Matt's getting dressed." I grab Evan and start jerking him. "No, if we don't have long, fuck me Marco. I want... I NEED you in me." Whoa! I'm ok with that! We swap positions so Evan is leaning into the wall away from the shower head. He bends at the waist and uses the conditioner as a lube. He bends his knees a little so I can enter him more easily and I do. I grab his hip bones and slide my hard cock into him, slowly but steady until my pubic mound hits his ass. "Just go Marco, I'm ready." Me damn too. I start my motion into him and I am none too gentle, but he seems to be liking it by his gasps and moans. I keep pounding and in less than ten minutes I am ready to explode and I do after warning Evan it is coming (no pun intended). Matt's Story I stand outside the guest bathroom door for a couple of minutes with all kinds of conflicted feelings. I am jealous, happy and hard, I can tell by the noises someone is getting pounded and my guess is it is Evan. I hear what sounds like a climax and a moment later the shower is shut off. I knock on the door "Hey Ev, I have an errand to run, can you bring Marco to Perkin's? And Marco, remember your baseball gear." "Will do," both yell back. I head out, run my 'errand' and head to Perkin's. Marco and Evan are already there at a booth when I enter the restaurant. Marco looks very surprised and blushes and Evan just looks confused. "Hey Tom," Marco says with a somewhat sheepish grin. "Hey to you too," Tom grins back. "Tom," I start, "I don't think you have met Evan before. Tom is Tim McAllister's little brother and he wrestles with me and Marco" "No, but I've sure heard the name." Tom slides in next to Evan and I slide in next to Marco and squeeze his leg as I do and feel him shudder, I know he is trying hard to suppress a laughing fit so he is looking down and finally grabs his orange juice hoping that will distract him. Poor Evan is the only one here unaware of what is going on, but sooner or later he'll figure it out. "I thought you and Tom could hang out while I take Marco to baseball practice. You could go to the mall or go back to my place and swim or something." "Yeah, that sounds really cool." We have a great breakfast with chit chat and small talk and except for Marco squeezing my knee every few minutes as a substitute for giggling it went well. Marco and I head off to his baseball practice and Evan and Tom haven't decided what to do yet, except that Tom knows Evan is gay because I told him on the way over. Normally I wouldn't out someone, but I know Tom isn't going to tell anyone and I think it could work out well for both of them. Tom's Story I was stoked when Matt called this morning and invited me to breakfast. I had zero plans today and if I hung around, I just knew my mother was going to find chores for me to do. Matt also said he had a friend from the university down for the weekend and I might find him interesting. Matt arrives at my house an hour later and picks me up. "Okay, so what am I going to find interesting about this friend of yours?" I want to know right away. Matt turns and smiles at me, "he is a 5'9" blonde hair blue eyed Norwegian god and gayer than a picnic basket, but you didn't hear it from me." "No way, do you think he'd like me?" I have to know! "Dude, who wouldn't like you? You are adorable, smart, a great body and sweet to boot." My face is on fire and I am embarrassed, but it is nice to hear Matt thinks this about me. He is right, when we get to Perkin's and I see the boy, he is drop dead gorgeous. I think I hear angels singing. Even better when we finish breakfast Matt announces he is taking Marco to baseball practice which means I'll have at least two hours to hang with Evan alone. As Matt and Marco pull away Evan turns to me. "So you want to go to the mall or what Tom?" "Mmm, I was thinking swimming sounded cool, have you seen Matt's pool? It is cool, it is indoors." Evan shrugs, "swimming is cool. Did I tell you I am a diver?" I am sure we talked on the way over, but I hardly remember a word. I was just watching his beautiful lips and wondering how I was going to manage to kiss them. Back at Matt's house Evan asks if I have a bathing suit and I said no, but I know Matt has spares so I go into his bedroom, grab a pair and head back to Evan's bedroom as I pull my shirt off. Evan is shirtless and has just dropped his boxers. Holy SHIT! What the FUCK is that? I thought I thought that in my head, but I must have said it out loud, because Evan covers himself and blushes, red then purple. "I thought you'd get dressed in Matt's room," is all Evan can stammer. I walk over about five feet from Evan in a trance. My next words make no more sense than my last and again I can't believe they didn't stay in my head too, but they don't. "Can I touch it?" Okay, what color comes after purple, because that was Evan's next color. He looks shy and embarrassed, but also kind of intrigued. "Sure, I mean if you really want," and he drops his hands away from his massive cock. Before I step over to it, I drop my shorts and boxers and step out of them. My cock has already started to stiffen and Evan's eyes bug a little and a faint smile shows on his lips. As I grasp the one eyed monster it jumps to life and Evan lets a gasp escape his mouth. I fondle it for maybe thirty seconds in which time it grows to its full size, it has to be a damn 9" at least and pretty dang thick too. Two thoughts cross my mind, can I swallow it can I take it if I sit on it. "Can I touch you too," Evan whispers sweetly in my ear. As if he needed to ask, but I don't really answer, instead I cup his neck with my left hand and pull him into a gentle kiss. His arms encircle my body and slide down slowly, ending at my butt, caressing my cheeks, before one hand snakes around front to grip my incredibly hard, leaking dick. I moan softly into his mouth. We kiss like that for ten minutes before he goes over to close the bedroom door. He closes it tight and then checks it and checks it again, kinda weird, maybe he has a thing about unclosed doors. Needless to say we never did make the pool. Over the next hour and a half, I fucked Evan, he sucked me off and the pièce de résistance, Evan fucked me. He didn't really want to, he was sure he would hurt me, but there was no way that thing was getting away from me. I HAD to have that in me. Yeah it hurt at first, but once he got going, my future as a terrific bottom was assured. We were lying in the bed in the afterglow cuddling when Marco and Matt came home. Evan started and wanted to get out of bed and get dressed. I guess he was feeling all guilty or something. If he was going to be part of our little circle this summer, he'd soon realize they were no secrets. I pushed Evan back down and cuddled into his chest and yelled. "In here!" Ten seconds later Marco opens the door, all dusty and dirty from practice and Matt is right behind him. I glance at Evan who looks embarrassed. Marco for his part is grinning ear to ear. He comes right over to the bed and plants a big kiss, with tongue, on me and then does the same to Evan. Matt right behind, gives me the same kiss with tongue, looks at Evan who nods slightly and Matt gives him the same French kiss only this only lasts at least twenty seconds, with Matt leaning over me, one hand caressing my chest. "You guys are welcome to join us I say." Marco looks ready, but Matt shakes his head. "Maybe later, Marco has to get cleaned up, he is smelling a little masculine. Did you guys swim?" I giggle, "we never quite made it." "So how about I go get us some subs from Silver Mine and we can eat them in the pool area and swim a little." Evan nodded in agreement, "let me get you some money." But Evan doesn't get out of bed. He looks at Matt and Marco. "Aren't you guys going to give us any privacy here?" Matt and Marco look at each other and then back at Evan and say "no" so simultaneously you would have thought they rehearsed it for weeks. Evan blushes, this boy sure is shy. "Fine," he sighs as he mutters "perverts," but is grinning as he says it. "Well neither of us is naked in bed with boy," Marco says with mock seriousness. I roll out of bed and don't feel strange at all standing naked in front of Matt and Marco and there is no reason I should I guess, we've all slept with each other, there aren't many secrets here. Evan hasn't slept with Matt, he told me that, Marco he was more circumspect about, but I know Matt has seen Evan naked lots of times since they lived together in the fraternity house. Evan grabs his wallet and gives Matt some money and asks for a standard cold cut sub. I get inspired and decide I am going with Matt. Marco heads over to Matt's room to shower and I pull some clothes on to go with Matt. As Matt pulled out of his complex's driveway I exploded, "you FUCKING asshole." Matt cringes. Okay, maybe I sounded too convincing on what. "What did I do?" "You could have warned me Evan had a damn fire hydrant for a dick BEFORE I sat on it." Matt's eyes get huge at that news, where is a damn camera when you need one. Then he smiles. "No one said you had to sit on it honey," is his soft reply. "Oh hell no, I HAD to sit on it trust me." Now Matt is amused, "and how was it?" I lean into Matt, "heaven, sheer heaven, I can't believe what a damn bottom I am." Matt's Story Okay, I know what you are thinking, I just pawned Tom off onto Evan to get him off of Marco so I could have Marco all to myself. No. I like Evan and I love Tommy. I think the four of us can all be good for each other. I wasn't sure they'd wind up in bed, but I was sure they'd wind up being friends at the least. I test out pretty high in self awareness when I go through psych tests. A small part of me might hope that Evan and Tom would fall hopelessly in love and leave Marco all to me, but an even bigger part of me knows that if Marco is hung up on Evan it won't matter that he and Tom are a thing, it will still interfere with Marco's and my relationship. If the future holds a future for me and Marco it has to be because it is what we both want, but given any thoughts of a future are at least two years off, we have plenty of time. Tom and I get back to my place, we grab Evan and Marco and head to the pool. We eat in there and then start goofing around in the pool. There is a lot of splashing around, the standard pool games, but nothing untoward, just guys being guys and enjoying each other's company. After we tire out we head back to my apartment and on the way there I start thinking, two showers, four guys, I wonder how this will sort itself out. I guess I didn't have to worry too much, as we enter, Marco beelines for my bedroom and Tom and Evan head to the guest bathroom. Tom is already in the bathroom and Evan turns and flashes me a huge smile and a shy shoulder shrug that says, 'hey I am going with the flow'. Marco is already in the shower when I get to the bathroom and I quickly join him. We start to kiss, I hope this is the opening salvo of a great summer. Marco wants me to fuck him in the shower, but I tell him we don't have enough time. "Bah, those two will be busy forever!" he asserts. "How is that possible, they spent two hours in bed just a couple of hours ago." "Eh, you don't know Tommy, that boy is insatiable," Marco laughs. In any case, we just wind up kissing and bringing each other to climax by jerking each other, not that I am complaining because it was divine just exploring Marco's body, while he explored mine and this kissing thing is wonderful. Who knew boys were kissable, Justin and I really missed out on something wonderful. Marco and I finish and dry off and head out to the living room. It is a full twenty minutes before a grinning Tom and embarrassed looking Evan walk in towels from the bathroom to the guest bedroom. "Ow!" Marco punched me in the arm. "Told you so!" Is all he says somewhat grumpily, but grinning at the same time. The boys come out of the guest bedroom mostly dressed, or at least Evan is, Tom just has on boxers. "Hey Matt or Marco, do you have a clean t-shirt I can borrow?" Tom asks. Marco takes him into my bedroom to find something to wear. Evan is still looking slightly dazed by the day. "That boy is the Energizer bunny," Evan grins, "he just keeps going and going and going." "Or cumming?" I offer back and Evan look apoplectic, luckily the boys return to distract him. We decide to watch TV and chill, somewhere along the line Tom called home and got permission to stay the night because I had Marco over and we were doing a "poker party", good Lord, if Tom's mom knew the poking that was going on. Dinner time rolls around and we are trying to decide between Chinese and Pizza Hut, Tom wants Pizza Hut, but I suspect he just hopes Ethan is working. Evan votes Chinese, but then he's never met Ethan either and Marco looks to me to decide and he'll back me up. Dynasty Café and yummy egg roll or Pizza Hut and yummy Ethan. Well, you know which choice we took! But when I went into the kitchen to call Pizza Hut and order the pizzas, they said Ethan was off tonight. Bummer, or maybe not, before I go back to the living room I text Ethan, 'have friends over, cum if u aren't busy'. "I ordered the pizzas, but Ethan isn't working." Everyone looks disappointed, even Evan who doesn't know him. I don't mention I texted Ethan, if he comes over it'll be a nice surprise and if not they'll never know. Fifteen minutes later there is a knock at the door. "Pizza!" Marco and Tom yell in unison and Marco runs to the door, swings it open and there is Ethan. "What? Matt said you weren't working," says a confused Marco. "I'm not," says an even more confused Ethan. "Hey Marco, are you going to invite our guest in?" I go to the door, "We have pizzas being delivered," I explain to Ethan. Ethan nods his understanding and comes in, he says hi to Tom and is introduced to Evan, I guess I never noticed how alike they both look, but Marco and Tom see it too, Ethan is taller at 6', but they both have the blonde hair and blue eyes and even their faces have a similar shape. Ten minutes later the pizza arrives and we dig in right on the floor of the living room, no plates or anything, bachelor living at its best! After dinner Marco, Ethan and I are on the couch and Evan and Tom are on the floor. Tom is being affectionate with Evan, oblivious of Ethan's presence, or not caring. We still don't know if Ethan is gay, bi, curious or totally straight, but he doesn't seem uncomfortable. Marco starts to snuggle into me a little and now I feel guilty with Ethan being left out. I push Marco away from me, sliding his butt over and he looks at me like, 'what the hell'. "Ethan, slide in here," I indicate the now open spot. Ethan looks unsure, but Marco who is now clued in pats the spot with his hand and gives Ethan his best smile. Ethan blushes, but moves and sits between Marco and me. I put an arm around him and Marco snuggles into the cute swimmer boy. "How... how did you know Matt? Am I obvious?" Ethan wants to know. "No, not at all, just little clues." Ethan goes into a little of his life story. He figured out he was gay in junior high, but didn't figure anyone else was. How could they be? Gay was bad and wrong and the gay kids get beat up and all that stuff so he has just kept his mouth shut and tried to forget about it. And he did, kind of, until that day he saw my semi in the basketball shorts and all the feelings came flooding back. He figured out he could talk to me, but he never figured I might be gay too or whatever. "Whatever is a good word for what I feel for now Ethan, and you don't need to feel alone, or frightened or different or anything. There are other kids around like you, not just these two and there are teachers and coaches I know who can help if you have problems." "Thanks Matt." We eventually do get to our poker game, I won't tell you what kind of poker we played, but five gay boys, you figure it out. I am not quite sure who won and who lost. It was getting late and Ethan had to get going so he put his clothes back on and got a nice kiss from each of us to console him on losing at poker. It was late so we turned in, Marco went to my bedroom after kissing Evan and Tommy goodnight, Tommy kissed me and went to the guest bedroom and Evan kissed me with the parting comment, "I HAVE to get that internship this summer." And closed the bedroom door behind himself. ********************************************************************** Three week later Tom, Marco and I have to be in the Denver area for a freestyle wrestling tournament as a warm up to the nationals and I decided to get a hotel room for us for Saturday night so we don't need to drive home. Tom and Marco are going to spend Friday night so we can leave first thing in the morning. I pick up Tom first and head to Marco's, on the way back to my house they are trying to work out the sleeping arrangements when Marco hits on the idea that all three of us could fit in my bed. "That wouldn't be fair," I chime in. They both look at me, "fair to who?" they both ask. "Whom," I correct, "fair to whom. It wouldn't be fair to Evan, he is spending the night tonight and is going with us to Denver." Both boys get excited and bounce like Tigger. I know they have both seen Evan briefly since he moved here about ten days ago, but he has been so busy getting settled in they haven't had a lot of time. He did get the summer internship obviously and has moved in with his friend Darcrea from the swim team and they have been hanging out a lot I assume she knows Evan is gay, but maybe not. We make it an early night since we have to leave at 6AM to get to weigh-ins in Wheat Ridge. Tom is going to sleep in my room tonight and with Evan tomorrow when we are in Denver. I am still trying to be fair with everyone's time with everyone else since no one is in a relationship with anyone else. I know Ethan and Tom went out last Friday. I wouldn't call it quite a date since they went out with a bunch of Ethan's swim friends, but it was a first for them in terms of hanging out and who knows what happened driving to and from, but it was a start. We drive straight to Wheat Ridge High School where the tournament is, weigh-in and head out to breakfast. It is a nice little tournament, Tom takes third in Greco and wins the Freestyle and Marco takes third in both. I decided to stay again at the Residence Inn because of the two bedrooms, upstairs and down. After checking in as we are trying to decide what to do Marco says, "I could use a Coke". I knew exactly what he meant so we walked over to North Capitol Hill, as soon as we crossed Broadway on 17th, I took Marco's hand in mine and walked with him down the street. I looked back and Tommy was taking Evan's hand. Evan looked like he might die, but he was happy at the same time. We strolled for a bit and then Marco whispers to me and I nod. He breaks my grip and runs back to Evan and takes his hand and sends Tom up to me. Tommy takes my hand and I plant a kiss on him which draws some applause from the outdoor diners at Steuben's. We look back to Evan and Marco and Marco gets the idea and lays one on poor, bashful Evan who responds nonetheless. We walk to Hamburger Mary's for a coke and just to hang out a little. As we start our walk back, the two youngins' start to hold hands and walk down the street, Ev and I just walk side by side. Marco comes running back and puts Evan's hand in mine, Evan looks shy, but he squeezes my hand anyway. As we start to leave the friendly confines of North Capitol Hill we talk about dinner and Marco suggests we do the same thing we did last time, get some beer and pizza or sandwiches from Proto Pizzeria and just chill in the room and swim and 'stuff'. He says 'stuff' with a rather lecherous look. We all agree and stop at Proto on the way back. After downing a few beers and a lot of pizza we change and head down to the pool. Being full with a good buzz, we aren't too active in the pool and actually spend more time in the Jacuzzi, which is a really bad idea because it start to put all of us asleep. And that wouldn't do, would it. As we enter our room and the door closes, Marco drops his bathing suit and heads upstairs, he pause at the top and looks over his shoulder back at me with a look that causes me to bone up immediately. Tommy sees the look and drops his bathing suit too and grabs Evans hand and pulls him towards the downstairs bedroom. On Evan's face I see a quick flash of something, it is somewhere between sadness, jealousy and nostalgia and it is quickly gone as he focuses on the cute, naked bird in his hand. I head upstairs and Marco greets me just inside the door. He wraps around me as I enter the room and immediately lands his lips on mine. The kiss isn't crazy passion like I was expecting, it is slow, deliberate and meaningful. As I pull away from him his eyes are moist. Seven months ago I wouldn't have understood, now I do. "Now don't get me started Marco, but yeah, I feel it too. This place snaps me back to where I first loved a guy." Blake awoke the feelings in me, feelings more than lust or horniness, but it was Marco where the feelings manifested themselves. The irrational part of my mind wants this boy all to myself with a fierce jealousy that wants to gut like a deer anyone threatening to take him from me. Rationality still rules however and I am thankful to be in the starting rotation at least. Will Marco settle on me, Evan, Tom, Ethan, some other unknown lurking the halls of East High waiting to snatch love from me. My eyes mist and I'd better stop thinking and start kissing if I am going to convince him to make the right decision. Marco unties the string holding my bathing suit on, rips the Velcro fly open and slips the suit past my hips where they fall to the floor on their own accord. I step out of them as Marco jumps up to wrap his legs around me while one hand caresses my neck and the other clutches my shoulder in a very wrestling-like underhook. It is awkward, but I walk to the bed and gently lay Marco down never breaking our kiss. I spend the next three hours doing my best to convince Marco I am the one, pick me, pick me. When we finally fall asleep it is because we have no energy to do anything else. ********************************************************************** Back home summer school is starting and for me that means teaching physical education, which is really just football time for conditioning and lifting although a couple of cross country guys join us and a smattering of basketball players. I am done by noon every day so it is a good gig and that gives me plenty of time for wrestling a couple days a week and time to help out at Frontier Days, which I will miss this year for the most part because it is the same week of the Cadet and Junior National Wrestling Championships in Fargo. It also gives me lots of free time to read and hang out with the guys which includes, Blake, John, Marco and has expanded to include Tom, Ethan and sometimes Evan. There is an additional complication to my life however, Blake has left East High and has transferred to Central with me which means he'll actually be playing for me. That means whatever might have happened won't probably now, not with someone from my own school. I am seeing Marco more, not so much for overnights, but when I get home from summer school he'll come and over and we'll swim or head out to Curt Gowdy to hike and sometimes just the mall. A couple of days we've done nothing but cuddle on the couch in our boxers with the AC on and watch videos. Blake actually spends the night more than Marco right now, we are in this pattern where Blake spends the night on Saturday night because we are out late doing stuff. SO I am seeing Marco a lot during the week and Blake on the weekends and Marco sees Evan a lot on weekends since Evan works a lot Monday through Friday. Tom gets some time in with me too and a little with Evan, but Tom and Ethan are pretty thick these days. I'm lying around the house one day in early July when there's a knock at the door. I know it isn't Marco or Blake, they are both busy today and when I swing the door open, there is Derrick Mann, my favorite 103 pounder. "Hey, Derrick, what up, come on in, what brings you here today?" "Hey Coach, I just wanted to bring you the packet stuff for the nationals," he says as I close the door behind him and he hands me a large manila envelope. "Eh, you could have mailed this Derrick; you didn't need to bring it by." "It said it was due tomorrow so I thought I should get it to you, I knew it wouldn't get here in the mail on time," he explains as I take the envelope and he follows me into the living room. "What have you been up to this summer so far Derrick?" He shrugs as he plops down in a chair, "not a lot really. I've been to a few tournaments with Dillon, been camping a few times up in the high country, but mostly just hanging out, ya know?" I nod and we start chatting about my summer, how the tournament was in Denver, and just the general BS that guys talk about. We decide to watch Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring since I've just gotten it. I grab a pillow from the couch and flop onto the floor as it starts and Derrick grabs another pillow and joins me on the floor. Now I have to admit, lying here on the floor with Derrick, I can't help thinking back to that last night of the state tournament when things were pretty sexually charged between us. I still don't know to what extent he was kidding or serious or just having a moment, but I have to admit I am having a seriously hard time concentrating on the movie and a seriously hard time someplace else in my basketball shorts. The ones I have on with no underwear on, by the way, I hadn't been planning on company. Thank God I am lying face down. Thirty minutes into the movie Derrick is a little restless too because he climbs on top of me and lies his head down on my back. "Do I look like a mattress?" "Kinda and you are a little lumpy, but you are lumpy in all the right places," he wiggles his crotch on top of my ass as he says it. I can feel his big cock through his shorts. It is soft but mine springs back to hardness immediately. As the movie rolls on another minute or two Derrick rocks a little side to side. I can feel him stiffening. It is just him and me this time, no Dillon and Cody in a bed next to us. The side to side rocking stops. Derrick is fully hard now. Another thirty seconds of the movie and now Derrick starts a slow forward and back motion, the same dry humping he did in Casper only it isn't the franticfuuny, pretend dry humping of that moment, this is serious. Derrick drives longer strokes into me and I can feel him lifting his hips so he can start from the bottom of my crack and drive all the way up. Can he tell I am naked beneath my shorts? It doesn't matter because I know what I am going to do. I hook my thumbs in my waist band and push my basketball down lifting my hips to let them pass and stopping when they clear by ass. "I'm calling your bluff Mann," is what I say quietly, but I know he isn't bluffing. "I think I have the winning hand Coach," is his retort and I feel him lift his hips. When he lies back down that big, big dick is lying my crack, skin to skin and he resumes his rocking. Now I am biting my pillow like he said I would, only it is to keep me from moaning out loud in pleasure, not pain because there isn't any penetration. A minute of this slow, deliberate dance we are doing and Derrick brings his lips to my ear. I can feel the moisture in his breath as he whispers. "Do you want to do this for real?" His voice is low and sultry. I nod and he lifts off me so I can get up. I come to all fours and then stand. I drop my basketball shots there in the living room, Derrick has dropped his already and I grin looking at his amazing cock. It isn't that it is huge, it is thick and at least 7", so it isn't like it is a 9"er, but on 103 pounder it looks like it is about 15 pounds of his 103 pounds. He is lean and just fucking hot and I am so horned up right now it isn't even funny. He grins back and I pull him into a quick kiss, he drives his tongue immediately into my mouth. He is a great kisser and I'd love to stand here and explore that side of him, but all I can focus on is getting that dick in me. I lead him into my bedroom, stripping off the rest of our clothes as we go. "How do you want to do it?" Derrick asks. "You are the big butch top, you tell me." Derrick grins, "I am the big butch top for now. I want you on your back so I can kiss you too," and he kisses me again aggressively. I lie on my bed and roll over to the night stand and pull out a bottle of lube for him. I settle back down and scoot into Derrick with him in between my legs. He is on his knees and my cheeks sit on his thighs, He squirts a generous dollop of lube on his fingers, forces my hips up with his left hand and inserts the first finger. Derrick is a small guy so his fingers are slender and there is no discomfort, in fact that first finger feels great, so good in fact that I am assuming Derrick is pretty experienced because he knows exactly where to go to deliver pleasure and boy does he deliver it. An 'oh fuck' gasp escapes my lips as he works my prostate. The second and third fingers follow pretty quickly which is fine with me, I am more than ready for him to fuck me. Ever since the state tourney at Casper, Derrick has been in my dreams. He moves to lube his cock so I know he is ready for the main event. He focuses his brown eyes on my eyes, they look darker than normal, and there is a sparkle to them. "Ready Matt?" Funny, he called me Matt, most times it is 'coach', but I guess we are a bit more personal and intimate than that right now. I nod and he places his big head on my ring and slips it in. My ring opens and then closes on his head and Derrick lets a gasp of his own out. With his hands behind my knees he pushes his hips forward, sliding his shaft deeper and deeper inside of me, when I feel his pubic mound hit my ass he scoots in even closer and now hooks his elbows behind my knees. Derrick lifts his knees off the bed, pulls his shaft slowly back and then pushes back forward slowly again, slowly back, forward slowly, slowly back, slowly forward. The friction is driving me wild, Derrick bends forward and now drives his tongue deep too and I nip at with my teeth while I arch my hips up trying to get him even deeper in me. Bang! He hits my 'spot' and I moan into his mouth. My moan inspires him and he picks up his speed a little, not a lot but a little so he is hitting my spot more often, I wiggle a little under his pleasure and gently stroke his sides. Derrick is 105 pounds of pure muscle. I tweak his dime shaped nipples and that inspires him to speed up even more. I feel like my mind is detaching from my body. Ten minutes in and Derrick is breathing hard, at fifteen minutes he is sweating and I am not sure how much longer I can go, the intense feeling has me ready to explode and I haven't touched myself yet. "Oh shit," he says suddenly. "What?" "I'm fucking close, sorry." And then the eruption starts. I feel his hot milk enter me and my own cock jumped in response sending my ropes of cum up my chest. Derrick finishes his final pump and then collapse on top of me. "Oh fuck Matt, you are a lot better than boys." I wrap my arms around him and we lie there for five or six minutes in the moment before I finally speak. Derrick has his eyes closed, his head on my chest and his arms are wrapped around me too. "So what is the story on you Mr. Mann, are you gay, bi?" "No, I'm straight," he replies without lifting his head or opening his eyes. I chuckle and that gets him to open his eyes and lift his head and look at me. "No, seriously," and he lies his head back down and closes his eyes again. "I don't find guys attractive sexually. When I am at the mall and I see a bunch of cute guys and cute girls I only think about the girls sexually and I don't wonder about the guys sexually at all. I never ever think, 'wow he is hot, I wanna get with him'. I have had sex with a few guys, but it is because I like the person and I want to experience a connection with that person because of how I feel about them after I get to know them. When I first met you, you never turned me on. It was only after I got to know you and I started to like you as a person that I wanted you to fuck me." "You want me to fuck you?" My eyes must be as big as saucers now. Derrick slides up a little and kisses me again, not the aggressive kiss of earlier, but soft, sweet and tender. "Yes, but let's cuddle for ten more minutes first." End of Chapter Twelve